Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 402 The Brothel Night is Young (2)

The water surface under the moonlight is misty, as if shrouded in a layer of tulle.The moonlight sprinkled on the water, and the water rippled, cutting a piece of silver light.There is the sound of the piano coming from afar, ethereal, delicate and pleasant, spreading over the water-steamed river surface for a long time.

Looking closely, there is a big boat sailing on the water, with carved railings made of jade and swaying bead curtains.

The moonlight passed through the carved wooden window, shrouded in a woman's body, and kissed the woman's hand lingeringly.

The woman was sitting in front of the table, her bare hands fluttered left and right on the strings like snowflakes, and her sleeves fluttered with the wind coming in from the window, which seemed a bit chic.

And the owner of these hands looked slightly closed, his embroidered eyebrows were slightly drawn together, and a little cinnabar between the eyebrows was as bright red as a drop of blood, reflecting the creamy face, it was more conspicuous, and added a touch of charm to the elegance.There was another woman standing beside her all the time, she looked fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pretty face, but her expression was a little dignified.

"The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. I ask you how much you can worry? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward." With the long and quiet sound of the piano, the woman softly recited a song "Yu Meiren" , the sound was as crisp as the sound of pearls falling into a jade plate.

Maybe it was because the original owner had too much resentment during his lifetime. Ever since Xia Wanzhu entered the original owner's body, all his emotions have been affected by the original owner, just like the lingering melancholy in his heart.She is not an arty person who likes to hurt the spring and the autumn, but she can't control herself, just listening to the sound of the piano, there are countless ups and downs in her heart.

After reciting, Xia Wanzhu walked to the window, and opened the bead curtain swaying with the boat with her slender hands. It was raining lightly outside, and the fine rain was dense and dense, as if thousands of threads were shuttling between the sky and the earth.The servant girl Feng'er walked to her side, "Miss Weiyang, the wind in the river is cold, be careful not to hurt your body."

"It's okay." Xia Wanzhu replied lightly.

The slanting wind and drizzle are full of coolness.Soon, Xia Wanzhu's arm was wet, and the jade-like wrist was covered with frost, and a few drops of raindrops dewed on it, making her skin white as jade.

"Girl!" Feng'er said eagerly, her eyes were full of concern.

"Feng'er, will you be in your teens tomorrow?" Xia Wanzhu asked, with a little helplessness mixed in her tone.

Such a mood, such a tone, even she couldn't control herself.

"Fifteen." Feng'er replied respectfully.

"It's fifteen again." Xia Wanzhu seemed to be sighing, as if she was saying to Feng'er again, she put down the bead curtain, sat back on the soft couch, and didn't speak for a long time.

Every fifteenth must be a sleepless night for the original owner.

After so many years, the original owner still can't forget the desperate look in her sister's eyes before she died. That look was like a seed, deeply planted in her heart, taking root and sprouting. As time went by, the hatred in her heart continued to grow. It grows, that kind of hatred is beyond Xia Wanzhu's control, and the tragic scene in Xia Mansion is replayed frame by frame in Xia Wanzhu's mind, making her upset.

It seems that this mission is much more dangerous than before. It is difficult for her to grasp just the fire of hatred in the original owner's heart, not to mention the unpredictable unknown ahead.

"It's late and I'm tired, Feng'er, let's go back to Hongxiu Pavilion." Xia Wanzhu lay on her side on the brocade couch, closed her eyes and said with a hint of laziness in her voice.

"Yes." Feng'er replied, then covered Xia Wanzhu with the cloak, and walked out.

There are fewer and fewer fishing boats on the river, and the lights of people's houses on the far bank are getting dimmer and dimmer.The bell of Jialan Temple rang, the sound was pure and honest, and each sound went straight to the bottom of Xia Wanzhu's heart.

(End of this chapter)